Atelophobia (TW soulmate AU)

Chapter 40: Interlude XII part 2

Trigger Warning: mentions/alludes to abuse and sexual assault. 

Warning: Contains Smut.

*Chris*

I've had a long week. 

No, I wasn't hunting. I don't do that much anymore. I still have the family armory business. I was at a showcase for the past week. Now I'm ready to spend a week with my mate. My husband. 

It was a small courthouse ceremony consisting of Noah, myself, and Stiles. If Allison and I had a better relationship, as well as her and Stiles, she would've been in attendance. But I'm happy with what we did. Small and intimate. 

Arriving home, I could see the lights on inside. I'm sure Noah is up working. A distraction habit he's had for years. 

Once inside I glanced at the living room out of habit to find Noah asleep in the recliner. He's still in his uniform. I walk closer to wake him up and notice that he's crying in his sleep. 

Lightly I kissed his forehead. 

"Noah," I speak lowly.

His eyes flutter open and he blinks slowly a couple of times. As he takes his time to wake up I wipe his tears away. A soothing motion to hopefully calm him down. 

"Chris?" groggy. 

"Yeah baby, it's me."

He smiled tilting his head forward so our foreheads were touching. One of his favorite ways to show affection. 

"Dreaming?" 

"Memories of Claudia," he whispered. 

"Hey, they're going to happen. You're learning to finally properly grieve and mourn her loss. I don't mind helping you with that. I love hearing stories of her. Of how you loved her. I know Stiles does too. 

"What did I do to deserve you?" 

"Stayed alive."

He gave me a small smile. 

"Noah." 

"Hmm?" 

"Let me take care of you." 

"Okay," he spoke quietly. 

We began to move to our room. 

*Noah*

"Noah."

Claudia?

I opened my eyes sleep still clouding them making the person crouched in front of me blurry. Rough calloused thumbs brush across my face. 

Was I crying in my sleep?

"Chris?"

"Yeah, baby it's me." 

My body relaxed. 

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Chris and I were lazily kissing lying down in bed. Not something we normally do. Chris asked to "take care of me" another thing that doesn't normally happen. Sure we'll switch up who bottoms, but normally I'm the one taking care of Chris not the other way around. 

Besides, I know Chris. I know he's going to pour his soul into this. It's why we're starting with lazy kisses. He doesn't just want to fuck. He wants to make love. Something we haven't truly done. We've still been in the sneaking around/honeymoon stage. 

This here, what we're doing is new. Sure I say I'll take care of Chris, but I give into instinct too fast. Chris easily has better restraint than I do. 

This is going to be torture.

My eyes fell closed as Chris' hands began to remove my uniform. His hands explored and with each patch of skin revealed he massaged my muscles, working out the knots and kinks. A grateful moan left my mouth and I relaxed into the feeling of his hands. The roughness and the callouses he's built up from handling weapons his whole life. Along with the vigorous training he had to go through. Only the Goddess knows the kind of punishments he had to endure. 

Before I knew it, Chris' lips were following the path of his hands. Lighting my skin on fire. 

God, I can't remember the last time I felt like this.

Quiet grateful moans kept escaping my mouth as my mate continued his minstrations. I could feel his smile against my skin. Not smug, but happy. It made me happy too. 

*Chris*

This is what I meant. Noah relaxed completely, letting me do all the work. Letting me take care of him. Letting me love him.

Something I've never been allowed to do. Goddess knows how Victoria never cared for my wants or needs. How she just took what she wanted and let it be. 

Finally, I'm allowed to achieve my own wants and needs. Taking care of my partner is one of them. And by the noises Noah is making, I can tell I'm doing a good job even if I've just begun. 

Now with Noah distracted, I swallowed him down in one go. Letting his head hit the back of my throat. He let out a startled growl and I moaned. Slowly I began bobbing my head. Enjoying the weight of him on my tongue. The taste of him. As I suck him down I lick him all over like a lollipop. I can feel the saliva pouring out of the corners of my mouth though it's hard to care about it when Noah takes a tight grip on my hair. Nails scratching my scalp and a tight pull that had my eyes rolling back. But I kept up my ministrations, focusing all my attention on Noah. Letting him hold my head in place so he slipped further down my throat and my nose pressed against his pelvis. 

I could feel him tense up the longer I sucked him down. He's close. I sped up my motions and soon Noah was coming with a shout down my throat. I made sure that I got out every last drop before sliding his cock out with a pop. 

Noah was breathing heavily, head tilted back. 

"Don't fall asleep on me yet old man. I'm not done with you." 

"Brat," he growled. 

I just laughed as I made my way back up to his mouth.